You say you won't lie but I can see it in your deep brown eyes. Those deep brown pools of sadness used to be so bright and big. Who made them this way? Why are your deep brown pools of sadness pulling me in? I'm drowning in your eyes. Your suffocating me with your gaze. I close my eyes for a second and all I see is you. Your deep brown eyes are killing me. You say you didn't lie but I can see it in your eyes.
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Queen Protects The King?
PoetryChess is a game we grow up knowing it but not knowing how to play it. We grow up thinking "be the damsel in distress" "be the prince charming and save the damsel in distress". But how?
